Sunday, September 23, 2012

SHOPPING WITH JILLIAN

Yesterday Jill and I went on our planned expedition to buy her a new pair of boots; not snow boots - boots for everyday wear.  Our destination was Sears where I'd seen some I thought she might like; however, we ended up buy them elsewhere.  But that's not the point of my story.  When we got to Oxmoor, we entered at the Sears entrance and on the way in Jill noticed a bird nest in the big letter A of the SEARS sign.  We continued our shopping and a little later met Kim and Erin at Panera Bread for lunch.  Then we all exited by way of Sears because that's where both Kim and I had parked.

Kim, Erin and Jill were in their car.  I, however, was wandering the parking lot in search of my little red car.  Nowhere to be found!  Luckily Kim hadn't pulled away yet, and I got in their car and we drove around - no car.  So Kim questioned Jill (not me, you notice) about where we parked the car)  Jill offered we entered Sears, we were parked sort of close to the building, and there was a bird nest in the Big A of the SEARS sign.  Ohhhh...that's right Jill.  Good thinking!  It was the other entrance.   So Kim gave me a ride over to another entrance, looking for the bird nest, and presto!  there's the car.  Moral of the story.  I need to take Jill with me every time I shop at the mall.

Saturday, September 8, 2012

Book Titles

I just finished reading The Paris Wife, about Hadley Richardson, the first wife of Ernest Hemingway.  When Bobby asked me what I was reading and I told him The Paris Wife, his comment was, "I guess Kevin won't be interested in reading that."  Because as some of you know, Kevin told some of us quite awhile back that if  someone's only claim to fame is she's someone's wife, why would he want to read about her.  Point taken.  Although, if there were a book called Big Bad Bob's Wife, can't you just see it being a best seller.  And it got me to thinking, as I was reading this book, about how many books I've read with wife in the title - quite a few, I think.  Right off I can remember The Shoemaker's Wife and the Time Traveler's Wife.  I know there have been more, but I can't recall right off what they were.  I don't remember ever seeing a book titled something or other's Husband.  You know....The First Lady's Husband, The Accountant's Husband, The Olympian's Husband.  So why are there so many "wife" titles out there.   But I'll probably keep reading them occasionally; the ones I've read have been fairly interesting.